Wine Tag

A brisk wind curls in on itself, picking up the fallen gold and red leaves of a nearby maple. Frosty grey clouds hover overhead, sinking slowly towards the barren ground in a fine mist that seems to hang frozen in time. Dark coats and yards of layered fabrics hide shivering hands and chattering teeth as they hurry about, running from shelter to shelter. A distant train and its powerful horn call out through the wind-tossed trees…